Bear: So, I’ve been thinking.
Tramp: Dude! Pretty sure Mom does NOT like it when you do that.
Bear: We haven’t had a Tramp story in like forever.
Tramp: Wait, What?
Bear: Yeah, I want to tell a story about you!
Tramp: Uh, no. Mother!!! Bear is getting in Trouble!!!
Bear: She’s busy, she won’t hear you.
Tramp: Busy? After how you’ve been for the past couple of days? Seriously?
Bear: (Grumbles) She made me take my morning “nap” said it worked like a charm and went off to do “something”.
Tramp: (Snorts) Nap? Hahaha
Bear: So, ever tell all our friends why you have a harness for walks now instead of a collar?
Tramp: Bear!
Bear: (Snickers) We were on one of our walks at our park. Mom had found this great open spot so we were working on training. Tramp had already has his turn with all his tricks and Mom was helping me get better with mine.
Tramp: Which always takes longer than everyone else….
Bear: Hey! Anyway, Tramp is really, really short which is kinda important to this story, little tiny legs.
Tramp: (Snorts) I know where you sleep brat.
Bear: While Mom’s attention is completely on me where it should be.
Tramp: (Sigh)
Bear: Tramp sees a squirrel across the clearing on a tree. He kinda forgets he’s attached to Mom and goes after the squirrel. She always links our leashes and he’s got short legs so he was running at full speed by the time Mom realized what was going on and he hit the end of the leash.
Tramp: (Tucks his head under his paws)
Bear: Mom swears he almost hung himself he was running so fast. We had to walk slowly back to the car because he was coughing the whole way. He was fine a little bit later but he had a pretty new harness a couple of days later.
Tramp: Yup! Mom says there are too many squirrels in Texas for her to chance that again!
I’m sure that’s a toy
Bear is chewing on a blue plastic thing.
I’m pretty sure it used to be part of a larger dog toy.
Mostly sure.
I think it was.
I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t, it’s not something I will be upset about if it breaks.
There.
I’m good.
Bear’s a good boy!
Pigpen revisited
Rachel ‘s cat Snow apparently decided to play with Bear this morning. The best I can figure is Bear buried the silly cat. They come in from the back yard, Bear obviously having rolled in the grass and Snow COMPLETELY covered in dirt and grass. Completely. Dust was puffing off of him as he walked.
Metal, the Perfect Chew Toy
Silly me, I thought the 5 lb hand weight would be too heavy for Bear to play with for very long. I had to perform a major toy stealing operation just to get it back. Of course now he chases it every time I use it making the whole exercise thing a bit more challenging.
Encouragement
Tramp: Mom! Bear is stealing my blankets!
Me: (Walking into the room with their kennels) Bear?
Bear: (Dragging Tramp’s blankets into his kennel) What?
Me: What are you doing?
Bear: I want more blankets
Me: Two towels, one sheet and a blanket isn’t enough?
Bear: No!
Me: Wait, how exactly did you get his blankets, he has a small kennel.
Bear: Like this (Squeezes into the kennel designed for dogs up to 20 pounds, “turns around” and comes back out, head first)
Me: Wow, I’m impressed, how on earth did you turn around in there?
Tramp: MOTHER, Do NOT encourage him!
Me: Right, like it’s going to make a difference in what he does.
Bear: So can I keep the blankets?
Tramp: NO
Me: No, but if you want I will wash all of yours so they will be clean and warm tonight
Bear: (Launches into his kennel) No!!!!!!!
Tramp: (Grabs his blanket and drags it back to his kennel mumbling)
It’s not Missing, Just Found
Tramp: Mom, where are my blankets?
Me: They should be in your kennel
Tramp: Nope, it’s empty
Me: Bear! What did you do with Tramp’s blankets???
Bear: Mumble, mumble (pause) Nothing!
Tramp: Mom! He stole my blankets again!
Bear: (Sitting on Tramp’s blanket in the living room) Nu-uh I just find them!
Me: Really? Where? (Walking over to stand on the blanket)
Bear: He left them!
Tramp: In my kennel!
Me: Cheer up Tramp, he won’t fit in there much longer to steal them.
Bear: Fine! (Grabs the blanket and starts running to the back door)
Me: (Still standing on the blanket)
Bear: (Hits the end of the blanket and spins around) Mom!
Me: (Picking up the blanket and prying Bear’s mouth open to get the blanket) Tramp, How about I wash it so it will be warm and clean when you go to bed tonight?
Tramp: Yay!!!
Bear: Me too!
Me: Bear, I’m guessing you don’t remember the last blanket adventure
Bear: What adventure???
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